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Days that follow was so peaceful. It was peaceful that it can dim the radiant of the face and then makes you wonder why you live.

From the rain, to the sunny, to the coldest period of the facility. When you eat, you sleep, you clean and eat , you slept you clean.

Rain falling. The chaotic atmosphere could being see through the close window with a certain strench.

Luna quivered. She coil and chuckled.

Underneath her skin grewbcold bumb and a strong smell. A smell that emerged from the lacking supply of water, Luna hugged herself.

She settles into the distant memories.

A period of her life when she was happy.

So free, she chases things but couldn't anymore because there was a void ahead and she stop not daring to jump nor to continue chasing.

She just stopped and hoped that something would fall and cover it up and she would run so far and chases everything she really ever desires.

A home.

A family.

A life worth living.

" Luna."

She frowned.

" Luna... Wake up, you peeped again."

Luna woke her still feel really sleepy. It was dim but not dark.

Her wixzy eyes could see the cold , dejected face of a dying Mark. The brother next door.

She neatly exchange her pants and bed before wanting to thank the other but he's returned to his part of the room.

Her face redden a bit.

This wasn't the first time and it would be the last.No one was scolding her so she didn't know it wasn't a good thing.

Today, was special. Luna anticipate for the last.

Facility 66 was about 5000ft tall and 10000 in width. The roof were made particularly high and the window was sight level and everything was in white color.

Give gloom not brightness.

Every month new people would be taken in and out. It was a repeated process. And today was the end of October.

So new people are coming. What tale are they going to tell her.

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Listen carefully.

You would hear the sound of the roaring generator and then don't stop. Listen a bit more.

Someone is singing.

It's not a beautiful tone. It childish as she a child, her foottaps are chaotic than rhyming.

Skirt slap, hands wriggle. Eyes breeding innocent and lip stretch far. Her brown hair tied backwards.

With strains flutter with the wind.

She was dancing but know not what she dance off.

" Dance again."

The little girl about age five paused and then continued.

His age eyes was fully of her.

Watching her dance outside under the naked trees that taint her with it's shadom, on the falling leaves that scurb when she move on them. She her feet and skirts moves them up.

Dancing under this purity. So innocent and undiffer from everything.

Sweat tock with her hair as she stared at the older man's with a big smile because he was smiling at her.

Those were the happy day.

Were they do hid and seek to get sexual harass at the end, under the wife nose but Gram was happy.

She a child and he was older but if she grew up she would marry him. That life long wish.

Let bygone be that. It didn't last long. The great Riot started.

Under his eyes they took her and set everything into flame that quench him and his every dirty desires.

Sins of men were exposed to the thin air . Children being traffic were taken, the dictator of leaders where force to hiding.

A roit that could have to be a revolution and the end of everything. Of the pain, the clamoring sorrow, the chained freedom.

But the virus came.

New cases reporting the rapid death and transformation in cities. The va of water as food supplies.

It was becoming desperate.

It was hopeless.

We turned to the leader swe shoo into the deep. We plead for their rule as they long they could save us.

The northern an Eastern part that had the highest proclaimed of infected were abandoned. No one came to pick survived.

A woman tried calming her weeping child when she tried not to weep herself. From the opening of the hidden spot she stared at the air that hores with helicopters.

She bit her lip and the discriminating dilemma .

If she only knew they weren't looking for survival. Country in these part were ...

BOOM...

But even in her her hidden place she was attack.

Tk counties.

The high wall were building. We were save .

14 years has passed. Nor complain. We live with the rules and to the identity assist to us.

Toys for the rich, a working puppet for the government.

Gram breath became more heavy , her eyes close. Her clench fist against the chain go.

Thick blood fell to the ground their Shadow were as monsters that rip of her organs without given her sleeping pill.

They want her to watch they harvest it.

Just like the other, just like all of them.

That is their identity and their job . As donate.

It would earn their family a year of free food supply so it worth it.